Quickly wear the big man's hand to tear up the white-eyed wolf

And Xiao Qiao, when he saw the last photo, suddenly snorted.

A terrible picture flashed in my mind.

"Heehehee~

" "Hehehe~!" Sting~"

An old woman in a black cloak stood not far away and looked at herself and smiled.

Through the black tulle, Xiao Qiao's eyes met the old woman's eerie eyes.

"Hehehe~!"

The rough, husky voice kept ringing in her head.

The indescribable creepy made Xiao Qiao's back instantly break out in a layer of cold sweat.

But what was even more suffocating was that the ghost figure that was originally far away from her approached her step by step.

The last image shows the ghost leaning on his right shoulder and laughing.

This is exactly the same as what Jiu Xi saw!

Little Joe wanted to escape from this weird ghost immediately.

But no matter how fast she ran, the ghost always followed her like a shadow.

Little Joe was terrified and desperate, and she shouted for help.

But the sound in the throat could not be made, and the legs were as heavy as lead.

This makes it impossible for Little Joe to run quickly and normally.

Seeing that the ghost was about to catch up with him, a cold voice sounded in the dark world.

"Wake up!"

"Woohoo~!"

Little Joe woke up from the hallucination, wet with sweat.

The whole person is as if fished out of water.

She took a big breath of fresh air and grabbed Jiuxi's arm to get a sense of security.

Slowed down for a while.

Xiao Qiao only came back from the shadow of strange fear.

His gaze fell on the photo album that Jiu Xi held in his hand, and he said with a palpitation: "Master, I just saw the face of that thing. "

Jiu Xi light hmm.

He took out a blood rope soaked in a black demon dog and tied the photo album, and said to Xiao Qiao, who gave you this photo album with a look of trepidation: "Who gave you this photo album?" Has anyone touched it?

Xiao Qiao looked at Jiu Xi in confusion, and replied for a few seconds: "My mother picked it for me." The album has not been touched by anyone else.

Jiuxi frowned.

It's a weird thing.

Suddenly.

Jiu Xi thought of a possibility.

An allusion to Little Joe, who caught himself.

"In the great world, the Tao is one. Each technique exists in a different way, but in the end it all leads to the same goal.

"In ancient times, warlocks would not allow their hair and nails to flow outside, so a powerful person developed a dust purification determination to store the hair he had lost at any time, so that it would not be taken in by people with intentions to harm others."

Jiu Xi glanced at the frightened little Qiao, pulled her to the sunlight in front of the window and continued.

"And the Dementor method is also taboo for ancient warlocks."

Xiao Qiao looked at Jiu Xi for some reason.

I didn't understand why Jiu Xi said this.

Ignoring Little Joe's confusion.

Jiu Xi pointed to the poster hanging on the wall and said, "Ancient sorcerers will refuse others to paint portraits of themselves. Because once your appearance is drawn into the paper, it means that your essence has been ingested into the painting.

"Then it is easy for ill-wishers to do something, and when you die, your soul will still be bound in the painting and cannot be reincarnated for life."

Xiao Qiao's face gradually turned pale.

She seemed to understand what Jiu Xi meant.

"If the portrait is burned by willow fire, it means,"

a cold smile appeared at the corner of Jiuxi's mouth.

The eyes gradually became fierce.

"What does it mean?"

Xiao Qiao subconsciously swallowed his spit.

Looked at Jiuxi in fear.

"Boom!"

"Aaaah!"

Little Joe was frightened by the sudden appearance of burning incense paper.

She reflexively jumped on Jiuxi and hung on Jiuxi like a koala.

"Quiet!"

Jiu Xi scratched her noisy and aching ears, and helplessly pulled Xiao Qiao off her body.

"With me there you are afraid of! It's just the fire I lit, calm! Jiu

Xi shook his hand and brought the paper that turned into flying ash to his mouth, fragrant ash, "Whew!" The wind blew out the window.

"So, so it will turn to ashes?"

Seeing Jiu Xi nodding, the blood on Xiao Qiao's face instantly disappeared.

"Master, you mean to say that there is something wrong with the person who took the picture of me?"

Jiu Xi looked directly into Xiao Qiao's eyes and slowly spoke.

"It's just a guess, but the truth should be true."

"So, do you remember who took the picture of you?"

"I want to think!"

Xiao Qiao squatted on the ground in pain and held his head in pain.

Lately her memory has been getting worse.

Many things that happened before actually began to blur about her!

The more Xiao Qiao thought about it, the more frightened he became.

She carefully recalled the photos over the years, a few of which were taken by her mother, and most of them were taken by her father.

But Dad can't hurt himself!

Shake your head and put aside the terrible speculation in your mind.

Xiao Qiao bit his lip and asked Jiuxi: "Master, will there be other possibilities?" That ghost,"

Seeing Xiao Qiao's miserable white face, Jiu Xi knew what Xiao Qiao was afraid of.

"Let's go, tonight I will set up a formation to lure out that ghost, and then the truth will naturally emerge."

In the afternoon, Jiu Xi stayed in the guest room and did not go out.

Xiao Qiao's family still ate dinner as usual, and after a walk, they went about their own business.

Little Joe's mother went into the guest room to see Jiu Xi.

The words are all kinds of threats that look at and do not show a trace.

Confirm that there is no danger on Jiuxi, so they no longer care about Xiao Qiao and Jiuxi.

But Jiuxi knew that the cameras in the room and in the hallways would always quietly turn when they moved.

Jiu Xi rolled her eyes at the camera.

If it weren't for Xiao Qiao's attitude that had always been very enthusiastic, this business was his Chu family kneeling to beg, Jiu Xi would not have made a move!

Of course, if you give millions, that's another matter.

It's night.

Xiao Qiao refused to leave in Lai's room in Jiuxi.

Jiu Xi didn't rush her either.

At eleven o'clock at night, everyone in the Chu family had already slept.

The rich have always paid attention to health.

The rules are strict when it comes to sleep.

Unless you have to stay up late for something extremely important, you usually have to rest before ten o'clock at the latest.

But the Chu family at eleven o'clock at night is gradually changing.

People who are not knowledgeable simply do not see the difference.

Little Joe leaned on the side of the bed and couldn't hold back his sleepiness and fell asleep.

Originally, Xiao Qiao's consciousness was very clear.

But I don't know if there is Jiuxi, and she feels safe, so she didn't take long to become confused.

"Jojo~Jojo~Jojo~Jojo~

" "Who called me?"

Xiao Qiao was walking on the familiar tree-lined path, and a voice that she was extremely familiar with suddenly sounded behind her.

But she couldn't remember anything.

"Jojo~Jojo~"

The voice was extremely seductive.

Little Joe couldn't help but want to turn around.

Suddenly.

"Snap!"

"Don't talk!"

Little Joe was coldly slapped on the back.

She was scared.

Just as she was about to scream, a warm breath sprayed on her neck.

This made Little Joe shrink in fear and want to escape from the people behind him.

"Don't move, don't look back, continue to walk forward with feelings."

Jiu Xi's voice sounded in his ears.

Little Joe's heart beat like thunder.

Her stomach was full of confusion.

I really want to ask Jiu Xi how she suddenly appeared on the path she used to walk on when she was a child.

This trail, when my grandmother was still alive, she used to take a walk to consume food.

What makes no sense is that the trail is a road in a small village hundreds of kilometers away from City A.

Why did I just show up in this place just to get some sleep?

If it's a dream, it's too real.

Moreover, there is also the voice of Jiuxi.

Feel the warmth behind it gradually cooling.

Xiao Qiao paused as he walked forward.

But it was this pause, and the familiar voice behind her instantly sounded not far behind her.

Xiao Qiao was shocked in his heart.

Cold sweat fell down his forehead.

She gasped.

The mind implied that it was a dream.

There is a master in it, do not be afraid.

Wake up, wake up, wake up!

"Wake up! Yes~!

Xiao Qiao accidentally said and missed his mouth.

Right the moment she spoke.

Little Joe's intuition told her that she had to leave this place quickly!

A terrifying danger was approaching her!

Sure enough.

The moment Xiao Qiao pulled her legs and ran quickly, the voice that was not far away and not close instantly sounded like it was close to her back!

The voice is no longer hazy as it was familiar.

In its place is a creepy ghost shout!

"Jojo~Jojo~JoJo~!"